Yesterday I took the train to the University " city" of Bangor
Fortified by a strong coffee and a Marks & Spencer scotch egg
I was ready for that challenge, all gay men like to face from time to time
And that is a spot of furniture arranging, room makeover titivating and rubbish removal.
Chris' work office was a ultilitarian, slightly bland lesson in functional academia.
You couldn't move for piles of research papers, box files and magnolia.....so my job ( and I was being paid just over minimum wage!) was to box up the shit, rearrange the office furniture to a more user friendly situation and ( and this was MY remit rather than Chris') to personalise the office with some judicious use of photographs and postcards, a collection he had tucked away, unseen in a drawer for an age.
A photograph we had taken of the Angel fountain in Central Park a few years ago now seemed to fit
the bill and by the time I had grouped it and other holiday snaps in a tastefully untidy collection that would impress any visiting Professor, the office looked more lived in and personal.
A colleague of Chris' popped her head into the office as I was arranging tea things onto a coffee table.
" I've made him some gingham curtains too!" I piped up
I wonder if she knew I was joking